| I wish that I could say, «I'm giving you my best.»
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| To the people that I’m closest to this is my first collapse
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| I spent the last few years trying to figure it out
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| It left me hung up with lines like love first times, I hate the sound
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| A sunny California has quaked to the rain
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| Sun is sleeping in the ocean with a novelty tee that reads
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| «Fuck the stars. |
| You know who you are.» |
| You know who you are
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| I keep my head low but you mistook that for my eyes closed
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| Eyes closed, and I can’t stand this place that we’re from
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| Take a shot and I can’t stand these things that I’ve done
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| It’s all I’ve got
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| The lonely writer writes himself to sleep tonight
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| And if he can’t stay the same maybe you’re the one to blame
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| I’ve seen everything I want inside of everything I’m not
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| Inside a small northern town where she’s too often found
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| I keep my head low but you mistook that for my eyes closed
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| Eyes closed, and I’m not pulling my punches it’s just some nights I can’t win
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| I’m now writing for closure and slowly learning to live and I can’t stand this
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| place that we’re from
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| Take a shot and I can’t stand these things that I’ve done. |
| It’s all I’ve got
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| Fall asleep on the streets of the cities you love
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| Fall asleep on the streets of the cities you love
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| Fall asleep on the streets of the cities you love
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| I keep my head low but you mistook that for my eyes closed
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| Eyes closed, and I’m not pulling my punches it’s just some nights I can’t win
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| I’m now writing for closure and slowly learning to live and I can’t stand this
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| place that we’re from
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| Take a shot and I can’t stand these things that I’ve done |